Goodbye Colette

And the bell toiled.

I hate blogging. It's so fucking tedious. Yet I still do it.

Reading back, a few of my past entries, has made me realise that nothing much has really changed since 2004. It's pathetic. I read an entry dated Oct 2004, that explained how empty and aimless my life was at that point. Hmmmm, hit the forward button and hey! same shit!! I still have no set direction, I have no idea what to do and well, I'm screwed. I really am fucking screwed.

Bloody flu is shutting down systems on a temp basis. Mom's aching all over. When the chief is down, then the whole system crumbles. I hate the idea of holding base alone.

I think I need to get out of here and get some thoughts in an orderly manner. This spells VACATION. I really really want and need one. Swim the seas and soar thru the air. Ok I'm too lazy fer all that. A giant umbrella, soft sand and a nice glass of Long Island Ice Tea should do the trick.

Tomoro marks the beginning of the end. Hahaha I'm kidding. Not. No, really I am. Or not.

I need more clothes space or less clothes. Considering I wear almost the same crap all the time, the amount of clothes I have is bloody insane.

It's 5 mins to 2am and I need to wake up at 7. If I sleep at 3 am, that's about 4 hours sleep. Power nap at lunch! Hahahha.

Clutter, clutter, clutter. My bag is cluttered. My table has clutter. My room is filled with clutter. Even this very entry is becoming cluttered with crap.

Heels. Meals. Reels. Deals. Brilliant. My life is in ryhme.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way

-Delilah

We get older but not necessarily smarter.

Exhaustion is the devil that eats the soul.

Too tired to socialise.

Too tired to get drunk.

Too tired to do just about anything.

Oh and yes, got the results. Cleared all 4. Yay me.